I was just watching Super Nanny, and I started crying. I started crying for all the kids in this world who grow up with parents who do not do what’s best for them… with parents who are abusive, immature, selfish, and just ignorant. It hurts to imagine Emerson, or any other child I know for that matter, being treated the way too many children in this world are treated by their parents… the ones who are supposed to love them and care for them the most. I just have to wonder what a different world this would be if all children were allowed to grow up in a safe, positive, nurturing home.

Oh God, please protect and keep safe every child in this world tonight… let the children in this world experience at least this one night of safety and love… and if that is not your will, then please God, put someone in each of their lives that will show them love and will treat them like the beautiful creation you created them to be. Let them grow up knowing that they are valued and are Your creation... let it be so...

She's recently discovered that it feels good on her gums to stick out her tongue... I love it!

Rebecca has been taking dance classes downtown, and she recently received an invitation to attend a master dance class with the Alvin Ailey company since they are performing in town this weekend (which Tilden and I will be going to see as well). She invited me to go with her, so that's how I ended up spending my Wednesday evening. After running a couple blocks in the pouring rain with no umbrella from our parking deck to the Blumenthal, we made it to the class soaking wet, but ready to soak in everything offered in the class.

I love dancing, but haven't done any dancing (besides jumping around in my living room) in quite some time. It was awesome... it made me remember why I love dancing so much in the first place. Yeah, I felt extremely stupid because I couldn't catch on to the routine fast enough, and when I got one part I forgot another part, but I was impressed with how much technique I still remember. My post-pregnancy body is extremely out of shape, and muscles that haven't been worked in a long time from my wrists to my knees were sore, but it felt good to be in a dance class... to receive feedback on how I was doing. The instructor kept saying, "you've got to dance it, honey!" He made a good point: sometimes you just have to get back to the basics and remember why you fell in love with the art in the first place. I think that advice could pretty much work in many areas of life...

Anyways, it was a fun, unexpected way to spend an evening... who knows? Maybe I'll enroll in some more classes soon...